The Other Powered Girl

Chapter 2: The Weirdos on Maple Street

Eleven and I were still face to face with the boys in the woods. They seemed to be our age and they looked trustworthy, but Eleven and I had to be careful with who we trusted. We thought the man was trustworthy too and he wound up turning us in.

We went with them back to a house, out from the chilly rain.

One of them came up to us and started speaking, "Is there a number we can call for your parents?"

Then another one chimes in speaking to Eleven, "Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?"

Then the third one chimed in, "Did you run away?"

"Are you in some kind of trouble? Is that blood," the one with the hat asked.

The boy with the dark hair spoke this time, "Stop it, you guys are freaking them out."

"They're freaking me out," the one in the tank top said.

"I bet they're deaf," the boy with the hat said. He looked at us one more second before shooting his hands up and clapping them together loudly, causing both Eleven and I just jump back from the loud noise.

Eleven and I looked at each other before I spoke, "Not deaf."

"All right, that's enough. They are just scared and cold," said the dark-haired boy. Why was he defending us like this? He didn't even know us at all, so why would he decide to try to help us? He spoke again, this time handing us clothes, "Here, these are clean and warm."

Eleven and I grab the clothes and stood up as we both began to undress.

"No, no, no, no, no," they all yelled to us at once. I was confused, what did we do wrong just then?

"See that over there? The door? Go through the door," he said to Eleven. Then he turned to me and led me to another area for me to change. He began to close the door and I shook my head at him, "What, you don't want it closed," he questioned.

I shook my head as I said, "No."

He responded, "Okay well...," he paused for a moment as he thought of a compromise. "How about we just keep the door," he began to close the door, but not all the way, "just like this. Is that better?"

I shook my head, "Yes." While I was changing I could hear the boys arguing about how stupid him doing this was. Then Eleven and I walked out of our respective rooms and we sat on the floor between two chairs. They had made a house for us to sleep in for the night. We were messing with this handheld machine they had and Eleven liked the vibrations it created. It was a part of her power. She could use it to see things and people.

The boy began walking up to us with something in his hands, "Here, this is my sleeping bag. I hope you two don't mind sharing it."

"You really think they're mental," the hat boy asked the boy in the tank top.

"Wouldn't want them in my house." It was the last thing they said before they both left. So this was the dark-haired boy's home.

He looked at us both, "I never asked your names'." We both pulled up our sleeves again to show it to the dark haired boy.

"Woah, is that real," he asked amazed, "Sorry, I've just never seen a kid with a tattoo before, let alone two kids, but uh, what's it mean?"

Eleven and I both responded, "Eleven. Thirteen."

"That's your names'? Okay um, my name's Mike. Short for Michael. Maybe I'll call you El for short, and you Eve," Mike said to us, "Well, okay then, goodnight," he said to us and went upstairs.

"Night, Mike," we both responded. Elev- El and I just sit there until we finally managed to fall asleep.

The next day El and I both woke up and she began playing with the handheld device thing again. That's when we began to hear footsteps make their way down the stairs.